Lt Aine Olive Sherlock

Standing on the cliffs East of Kinsale, Aine looked out over the Celtic Sea. This was the first time visiting since leaving Starfleet just two months earlier. She loved visiting this place as a child, but after all she'd been through, those memories seemed as though they belonged to someone else. The sea was rough and near black from the thick grey clouds that hovered low. Her black hair, now with a few streaks of grey, was much longer now and whipped about by the heavy winds. She used to love standing in this very spot, smiling when looking out into that same wind. It was hard to imagine that feeling now. The wind once felt like adventure. Like those tall ships she'd read about as a child. Wind was what was out there in the distance, calling to you. But now it felt like the darkness. Confusion. Fear. It felt cold. Not the cold you feel on your skin, but the cold that cuts deep to your core. From her first assignment on, danger seemed to be a common theme in Aine's career. Many times she'd been in situations that seemed hopeless. Often outnumbered and pinned down, they narrowly escaped, time and again. They were nothing if not resourceful. She'd seen fellow crewmen injured and killed, but that wasn’t what finally did it. She closed her eyes as the wind seemed to howl louder in her ears. On this last mission, the small team had been called upon to rescue another lost team. It wasn't the first time, rescues seemed routine anymore. But when they arrived, things were not as they seemed. It was not a rescue as much as a recovery. The team they had been sent to rescue had been killed in ambush. And the same awaited them. By the time “contact” had been called, two of their six team members were down and the rest were scrambling for cover. Seconds later, two more were dead and Ranlard, the fresh ensign, lay injured. Aine opened her eyes and looked out to the sea again, it had grown darker. She thought about Starfleet. How when she was a new Ensign, the idea of adventure, discovery, and exploration was everything. With war looming, things changed. Starfleet changed. She could feel the weight of that change in her chest now. She closed her eyes again, taking in the cold air. Aine had been fortunate. She was able to retrieve Ranlard and they made their way into the trees. They found a small hide. They were surrounded. They could hear the sounds all around them. An unknown and unseen enemy in the night who wanted nothing more than to kill them all. Footsteps on leaves and crackling sticks. Whispers in a language they couldn't understand. Before the sounds of around could disappear in the distance, they disappeared with the wind. A storm was brewing. The night seemed to last forever and there was no way of knowing now if the threat was gone. Aine and Ranlard hunkered down and tried to keep each other warm. Every time he tried to speak, she hushed him. Neither dared use their communicators for risk of being heard. The best they could hope for was that Starfleet would send help. Time wore on and soon the storm was passing, the wind died down. But it seemed as though her teammate’s fate was tied to the wind. By the time the calm came for the storm, he had died, right there in her arms. It wasn’t until morning that help came. Time was moving fast now. On the shuttle going back, Aine couldn’t look anyone in the eye. She felt as though someone had been careless with their lives. Her eyes opened, her hair whipped across her face as she once more looked out to the ever darkening sea. The solace she was seeking wasn't here, in this place. She turned to go back down the path. She couldn’t let herself wait for the winds to die down.

This appreciation post, as seen in the topic, is for Justin ( @Yalu). It's also for his co-writers. @Genkos Adea, @Meidra Sirin, @Etan Iljor, and @Addison MacKenzie. The writing by all of them was perfect. The emotional journey for this reader was, at times, difficult. There is so much that is touched on in this series, I almost can't talk about it, you just have to read it. I genuinely don't know what to say except thank you to the 5 of you for giving the rest of us something so amazing! So, everyone, take some time to sit back and read about the Zhian'Tara of Yogan Yalu. ZhiantR&Ra https://groups.google.com/g/sb118-resolution/c/X1pYHDrREKc/m/e50Ud1ULCwAJ Memories Raw and Ragged https://groups.google.com/g/sb118-resolution/c/7NvlJZclE9g/m/KEo5YKELAQAJ The More Things Change https://groups.google.com/g/sb118-resolution/c/HuZang1aXUc/m/vKyKFttpAQAJ A Privilege Worth the Cost https://groups.google.com/g/sb118-resolution/c/oSJpOFw2rK4/m/Mk9ose6hAQAJ Contrasts and Parallels https://groups.google.com/g/sb118-resolution/c/d32MdfSHhlk/m/jeqFqwLwAAAJ Watch It Grow, Part 1 https://groups.google.com/g/sb118-resolution/c/4DxCvu54h94/m/bAYiQvGmAQAJ Watch It Grow, Part 2 https://groups.google.com/g/sb118-resolution/c/Er0B6lrrFnk/m/4xQHyienAQAJ Thicker Than Water https://groups.google.com/g/sb118-resolution/c/W6R6tB2wf3s/m/-2ZV7zuIAgAJ Remember Her https://groups.google.com/g/sb118-resolution/c/gjj1vAvYR7M/m/KQ-nz0KIAgAJ The Prices We Pay, Part 1 https://groups.google.com/g/sb118-resolution/c/TlPlSBq0yoE/m/WyOOEnRBAQAJ The Prices We Pay, Part 2 https://groups.google.com/g/sb118-resolution/c/6mNE6YXbmG4/m/yH-HqpxBAQAJ Where the Action Is, Part 1 https://groups.google.com/g/sb118-resolution/c/WfQohVBH3js/m/fJdSBpeUAQAJ Where the Action Is, Part 2 https://groups.google.com/g/sb118-resolution/c/wHQKU4xwB_k/m/GwfeYauUAQAJ Our Life's Narrative, Part 1 https://groups.google.com/g/sb118-resolution/c/WeMrJHWp0WM/m/2DMDyn_OAQAJ Our Life's Narrative, Part 2 https://groups.google.com/g/sb118-resolution/c/uyAdShsPVec/m/6JDHb73OAQAJ What Was Always Within https://groups.google.com/g/sb118-resolution/c/1eYQHigAWy0 Diverse, Conflicting Clarity https://groups.google.com/g/sb118-resolution/c/4zWjblQ26_U

Does the prompt have to be in the story? I only ask because some require a work in, some don't for prompts.

You can never have too much Shran.

Agree with point 1, but only if they change point 2.

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Congratulations! And welcome to the fleet!

Before reading, I'll give some background. Rossk Shes Ar-Dev is a Hypermale (third sex) of the Nascaik. A highly militant society. Hypermales are dying breed and no more are being born and this is also causing population loss planetwide. After much disagreement and a terrorist attack on them by a lone Thama, the Nascaik and the Thama have now agreed to help one another rather peacefully. Foss is Ar-Dev's son, who has voiced his free will of not wanting to become a Hypermale through genetic modification. It seemed as though the boys voice was the voice of change and reason. The voice that changed the future for others like him. The voice that softened his fathers heart. Justin has again written brilliantly. In this piece he has his trademark humor but then throws in a heavy tragedy that is now unknown to the rest of the characters. The writing and idea is beautifully painful...and the first thing I read after waking this morning. (( Bridge, Deck 1, USS Resolution )) Ar-Dev: I have been granted wide discretionary powers to conclude an agreement with the Thama. I am confident that if we were to arrive at a mutually satisfactory solution, Unified Command would ratify it. Such a solution might also go a long way toward saving Shes’ career, and quite possibly his life. Vey-Dex: If there are no arguments, I will begin the process of writing the agreement? Sirin: With the Representative Delegates input, of course. Vey-Dex: Of course. MacKenzie: Counselor Sirin, please work with the delegates to craft an appropriate agreement. Adea: =/\= Adea to MacKenzie. Check your PADD =/\= The commander studied her handheld device for a long moment, then looked back up to each of them in turn, her gaze finally landing on the Thama. MacKenzie: =/\= I’ll send her down. =/\= ::to Niran:: Delegate, it appears our teams may have found a solution that will bring the rest of our systems back online, but they believe your assistance may speed up the process. Niran: I would be pleased to serve. MacKenzie: Ensign Sherlock, please escort Delegate Niran to Sickbay. ::to the group as a whole:: Once Niran has finished in Sickbay and you’ve all had a chance to work on the treaty, we’ll meet back here in several hours to ratify it. Sherlock: Yes, ma'am. ::gesturing to the turbolift:: Delegate Niran, if you will. Niran: Of course. As soon as the interesting security officer had departed the room with the Thama, Shes felt the gravity return to something approximating normal, and he no longer had to brace Himself against railings and consoles to keep from floating away. The counselor who had been assigned to assist in drafting the agreement approached, but there was unfinished business left to complete first. Ar-Dev: Counselor, if you would allow us a moment to speak in private. Shes didn’t wait for an acknowledgment from the officer, striding instead through the nearest pair of doors and waiting for Malyk to follow. The space was strange, and Shes couldn’t immediately determine its purpose. He peered through one of two small cubicles to find an alien-looking bowl-shaped contraption mounted low onto the bulkhead. It must have been outfitted with a proximity sensor, because as soon as Shes moved in front it, it made a most peculiar flushing sound. Toilet: Have a Starflee-terrific day! Ar-Dev: ::wearily:: I cannot wait to go home. Shes moved to the far corner of the small room and spoke in barely audible voice. Ar-Dev: Before you begin working on this agreement, Malyk, I need you to do a few things for me. First, have someone from our vessel come get Foss immediately and secure him in quarters until this mission has concluded. Next, contact the headmaster of the Youth Academy on the homeworld and tell him that I am withdrawing Foss from classes there, effective immediately. If he asks for a reason, tell him it is a Father’s prerogative. He will not be pleased, but that will end the conversation. Malyk was expertly taking notes, and Shes was confident his directives would be followed to the letter. He paused to let her finish, but not long enough for her to ask questions. Ar-Dev: Finally, I need you to contact Re-Education Encampment 29 and inform them that they need to make a bunk available for Foss immediately. ::beat:: I know the intendant of Encampment 29. Ask to speak to Avssk Grev Fol-Gan, and tell Him that it is a personal request from Me. We will arrange to have Foss delivered there once we have returned to our vessel. No matter how promising this agreement with the Thama, the first of its kind in Nascaik living memory, might be in solving the Hypermale problem, the benefits would likely come too late for Foss. He would begin maturing soon, and by then, it would be too late for him to be transformed. Better to send him away for re-education now, than allow the boy to cause more problems later. Fol-Gan would ensure that Foss’ stay at Encampment 29 would be handled discreetly, sparing Shes the public and professional embarrassment, and that his re-education would be conducted properly. With dedication and some good fortune, Foss might be able to return to society before he was 30. Shes and Malyk stepped back out onto the bridge and parted ways, with Malyk ushering Foss with her into the turbolift. Shes glanced over at one of the bridge consoles, which was coloured differently to all of its neighbours. Shaking His head, he disregarded the console and the illegible alien script displayed on it: HI SCORE 1. FOSS 1 780 659 2. YALU 6 250 [End Scene for Ar-Dev] [End Future for Foss] MSPNPC Rossk Shes Ar-Dev Military Commander, Nascaik Planetary Expeditionary & Defense Forces Diplomatic Representative, Nascaik Defense Coalition special appearance by Wilhelmina Christelle Khazi Deck 1 Toilet USS Resolution NCC-78145 simmed by Lieutenant JG Yogan Yalu Helm Officer USS Resolution NCC-78145 Justin D238804DS0 As you liberate yourself in metaphor, think of others, those who have lost the right to speak. — Mahmoud Darwish

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Justin is cementing his All-Star heavy hitter (as a writer) status. This has been such a well written antagonist. This sim in particular shows a friendly cultural misunderstanding and even a little jab at his own PC. MVP all the way. (( Transporter Cube 1, Nascaik Transport Vessel 318-559 )) Shes observed His son carefully from behind the control panel of the Transporter Cube. He had ordered the boy to stand at attention nearly 10 minutes ago, and he was. Foss was highly disciplined for being such a young boy; he would go far in the military. Far, but by a quirk of genetics, not far enough. Foss’ misfortune wasn’t the only one that this mission would put right. Once Vionus IV was theirs, the Nascaik would have as many Hypermales as they needed. Malyk arrived right on time, carrying the rebreathers, and Shes begrudgingly fitted the apparatus over His nose and mouth. Tapping the control panel to test the seal and the airflow, Shes took a few deep breaths. Satisfied the device was in working order, He nodded to Foss, and the boy mirrored his father’s actions. Shes keyed in the transport coordinates and transmitted them to the Federation ship, then he, Malyk, and Foss all climbed into the cube to await transport. (( Transporter Room 1, Deck 2, USS Resolution )) Having never used a Federation transporter before, Shes found the experience curiously uneventful. None of the usual hallmarks of a trip through a Nascaik transporter were there. No dizziness, no nausea, no rotating limb syndrome. His lips weren’t even numb. Curious people these Federation types were, indeed. If it weren’t for the change of scenery and the aliens staring back at him, he’d not have guessed he’d used a transporter at all. As soon as the transport was complete and the strange blue beam had dissipated from around him, Shes took a deep breath in and immediately knew they’d been the second party to come aboard. Ar-Dev: oO It stinks of trees in here. Oo MacKenzie: Rossk Ar-Dev – I’m Commander MacKenzie, and these are my officers. On behalf of Starfleet and the Federation, we’d like to welcome you aboard the Resolution. Shes did His level best to remember the hundreds of bullet points in the dossier He’d been given. The newly written Nascaik diplomatic protocol was full of unnecessary details and jangly words that would only shroud things in a haze of confusion. However, as Malyk had reminded Him so many times in the lead-up to this mission, this was a unique battlefield with its own rules. Shes stepped forward and took the Commander’s outstretched hand, momentarily surprised at the strength of her grip. A strange ritual, the shaking of hands. Ar-Dev: Commander MacKenzie. ::gesturing:: This is my aide, Terza Malyk Vey-Dex. And this is my son, Foss. MacKenzie: ::nodding:: Welcome to you both. Vey-Dex: response Ar-Dev: ::steps from the transporter pad:: I suppose we should get started. ::inhales:: I gather that the Thama delegates have already arrived. MacKenzie: Actually, before we get to work, we have a tour of the shi- Ar-Dev: Your instructions said that we would be meeting in something called “Conference Room A.” ::gestures toward the door:: I trust we can find the way ourselves. The human opened her hands, which took Shes by surprise. Surely the Federation mediators had been briefed on all relevant aspects of Shes’ professional and personal life, including the fact that He had been married for decades. He could not believe the commander would so brazenly proposition Him in such a way, and in front of His own son, no less. When she continued talking about the tour of the ship, however, Shes realized he must had misinterpreted her physical gesture. He ignored the offense she had caused, but it was quickly replaced by a growing impatience. Why were they attempting to stall? MacKenzie: We just wanted to offer you a tour so that everyone can get acclimated to an unfamiliar- Ar-Dev: Commander, unless this ship is a gift you are presenting to us as part of some diplomatic custom, I am frankly not not interested in seeing any more of it than I have to. The human clenched her jaw ever so slightly. Shes was intrigued. He had not expected to find the human species so fascinating and complex. He could almost see the commander change tactics on the spot. She would likely be a brilliant tactician, if given the training and discipline from six years of study at the Academy of War. MacKenzie: I’m sure you’d rather dispense with the formality, but the tour won’t take very long, and you would do me a great honor by accepting this gesture. I’ve actually assembled a team of my finest officers to show you around. In fact, Commander Ilsam is our mission specialist – I’m sure you can find common ground discussing military strategy. Shes regarded the officer whom the commander identified as Ilsam, and the two others flanking him. Ilsam: Response Vey-Dex: Response Ar-Dev: Very well. If it would do you the honour, I suppose we can oblige. A brief tour to inspect your facilities and your soldiers. MacKenzie: I’m so glad to hear that. In addition to Commander Ilsam, I’d like to also introduce our helmsman, Lieutenant Yalu, and one of our security officers, Lieutenant Sherlock. The trio of officers was a grab bag, indeed. Ilsam, the military strategist, would perhaps give Him an insight into how this Starfleet military was constituted. Even by glances, it was far removed from anything He was used to. The security officer, Sherlock, excluded confidence and competence in equal measures. He would be interested to know more about her role on this ship. The helmsman, Yalu, was tall, but otherwise completely forgettable and not worth paper to describe. Ilsam: response Sherlock: Terza Vey-Dex, Rossk Ar-Dev, it's an honor to have two representatives of the Nascaik, as esteemed as you are, aboard. ::looking at Foss and giving him a smile and a nod:: Welcome. Vey-Dex: response Ar-Dev: Very well, Commander, Lieutenant, Lieutenant. Lead the way. As the group of six exited this room and continued down a corridor, Shes tried to retain His focus, but the sheer foreign-ness of the ship’s layout was highly distracting. Ar-Dev: So, tell me, Commander. How many planets has this ship conquered? Ilsam: response Any: response Tag / TBC MSPNPC Rossk Shes Ar-Dev Military Commander, Nascaik Planetary Expeditionary & Defense Forces Diplomatic Representative, Nascaik Defense Coalition simmed by Lieutenant JG Yogan Yalu Helm Officer USS Resolution NCC-78145 Justin D238804DS0

Oh, I thought of another one! Opening scene to all of the Picard series. Specifically when Picard say, "I don't want the game to end."

I got a few. Jean Luc breaking down after fighting his brother. His fears all spilling out. Lwaxana being faced with mortality when she learns the man she fancies is going home to die at age 60. Sarek's true feelings towards his wife and son coming out of Picard. This one gets me right in the feels.

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Congratulations! Welcome to the fleet!

100%!

From the way he described the ribbons to his mention of leaders eating last, this sim brought back so many memories from when I was younger. It put a smile on my face and gave me some feels (as the kids say these days). From his great descriptive writing, as you've seen recently from the posts here, Justin is such a great writer who deserves every bit of recognition he gets. (( Home of Ambassador Sarep, Vulcan )) Yogan had been to enough dinner parties to suspect some kind of organized fun was about to start. In the back of his mind, he wondered if the lights might suddenly go off and they would be thrown headfirst into a murder-mystery party game. He remembered the last one he attended, back when he was still living in San Francisco, when he’d been assigned the role of Pappa Razzi, a mobster with a penchant for blackmailing celebrities with incriminating holo-photos. That night, he’d managed to reveal the secret identity of the tightfisted dowager countess, but he’d failed to guess that the mastermind of the crime was in fact Björnfjord Flarnkrappft, the Swedish furniture tycoon. The memory of that evening was pleasant, but the sight of Captain Nicholotti entering the dining room with Commander MacKenzie was enough to bring him back to the present at warp ten. Acting on instinct and his training, he rose to his feet. Yalu: Captain. Nicholotti: Lieutenant. MacKenzie: response The room fell silent, and a few of Yogan’s fellow officers stood out of respect to their captain. They seem to be just as surprised by her unexpected appearance. Doctor Adea, consummate professional he was, left his place at the table to attend to her. Adea: You’re awake, and... out of your room. ::he immediately went to her side:: Are you okay? Nicholotti: I am. And I can promise I am here permissibly, however temporarily. Yogan scanned the faces of the other officers around the table, wondering if anyone else had picked up on what the captain had said. Her statement implied that such permission could be revoked, and Yogan wondered what that might mean for Resolution. MacKenzie: response Adea: ::smiling broadly:: It doesn’t hurt to check, I’m very glad to see you. Nicholotti: And I you. ::Looking to the others.:: All of you. MacKenzie: response Etan: I take it that the Captain wasn’t expected this evening? MacNemar: response Nicholotti: They will hunt me down if I don’t return in a reasonable amount of time though, so if you would assist, I’d like to thank the crew for their hard work. MacKenzie / Adea: response Yogan resumed his seat as the evening took on quite a different tone and tenor to that which he’d expected. He looked to both ends of the table, where sat the Ambassador and Ms Hurmin. Unlike his crewmates, they didn’t appear to be surprised at this unexpected development. Rather, they seemed pleased. Yogan reasoned that they must have been informed of the captain’s desire to make an appearance and, knowing that her condition might necessitate an extended convalescence, had welcomed her into their home for an impromptu awards ceremony. Yogan smiled as he thought about this. The fact that they would extend such a courtesy to a group of people they’d not met before tonight was a testament to how much they cared for T’Suran. The medical officer was lucky to have such a supportive family. Nicholotti: I know no one expected to see me here tonight, but you’ll find out if you have not already, that I am full of surprises. Maybe that is where you all get that. Though I wasn’t there to see it, I want you each to know that I did read about it thanks to our XO, and I couldn’t be more proud of the actions each of you contributed towards the success of our exfiltration and escape from the future. Perhaps one day they will make a movie out of it. Yogan chuckled at the joke, relieved to see that the captain’s sense of humour had survived her illness and incapacitation intact. What she was doing right now was admirable, and it took Yogan some time to fully appreciate it. Here she was, just hours out of hospital, standing before them cracking jokes. Putting them at ease. Taking the time to honour them, when she was still recovering from a trauma that could have untold effects on her. It spoke to her character, and what kind of captain she was. It also reminded Yogan of something he’d read as a student: “Leaders are the ones who are willing to give up something of their own for us: their time, their energy, their money, maybe even the food off their plate. When it matters, leaders choose to eat last.” Any: response Nicholotti: My time with you right now is short, as there are yet tests to run and pass before I will be allowed to escape completely, but I felt it important to make certain you were all recognized for the efforts that brought us, and countless others, home. I know it is a bit crowded here, so instead of coming to me, I will ask that our XO and second officer disperse the awards as each of you are called. Adea / Mackenzie: response Nicholotti: First, for those who inevitably aided in the discovery of a new planet and the race that lived there, I award the following with the Explorer’s Ribbon. Lieutenant Commander Mackenzie, Lieutenant Commander Adea, Ensign Sherlock, Lieutenant JG Macnemar, Lieutenant JG Yalu, Lieutenant JG Sirin, Lieutenant Commander Romjin, Ensign T’Suran, Lieutenant Commander Ilsam, and Lieutenant JG Delri’ise. Thank you all for the dedication you showed during this discovery. Sherlock: Thank you, Captain. Yalu: I am honoured, Captain. Thank you. Yogan studied the ribbon that Dr. Adea had placed in his hands. It was the first of this type that Yogan had ever received, and it was striking. A gold embroidered letter “E” was placed in the centre of the blue-black ribbon–presumably representing the brightness of knowledge emerging from the darkness of unknown space–and gold and blue fimbriation ran alongside the edges. It was a beautiful physical manifestation of a likewise beautiful honour. Any: response Nicholotti: Inevitably, what goes hand in hand with discovery is contact with the life forms that reside on the planet in question. While discovered to be less savory characters, the event was still a first contact situation for us and as far as we know, for the Federation. To that end, I award the following with the First Contact Ribbon. Lieutenant Commander Mackenzie, Lieutenant Commander Adea, Ensign Sherlock, Lieutenant JG Macnemar, Lieutenant JG Yalu, Lieutenant JG Sirin, Lieutenant Commander Romjin, Ensign T’Suran, Lieutenant Commander Ilsam, and Lieutenant JG Delri’ise. Yalu: Thank you, Captain. This time, it was Commander MacKenzie’s turn to present the ribbon to Yogan, and it was just as brilliant as the last one. The red vertical stripe in the centre separated the ribbon into two halves, each a mirror image of the other, with a gold inner stripe and a blue outer stripe. As he examined it, he noticed that the design of the ribbon itself was a metaphor for first contact. The red stripe simultaneously symbolised the initial divide and the subsequent bridge between the Federation and a previously uncontacted people, while the mirrored halves represented the fact that we have far more in common with other species than we have differences. When Yogan thought about the Sau, he struggled to find their common ground, but then he remembered Teril’s final act of wresting control back from Lo’Thar and destroying the slave labor camp, allowing Resolution to rescue many of the prisoners. People, even seemingly evil lizard people from the year 300,000 could surprise you with unexpected acts of mercy. Yogan would be proud to add this ribbon to his dress uniform. Any: response Nicholotti: There are those out there to whom we owe more than can be repaid. In the process of carrying out their duties, these officers go above and beyond and deliver the gifts of life to those who would otherwise have gone without. As one of the recipients of such a gift, I can say that there is no greater love one can receive than to be able to live because of the skill, sacrifice, and care of another. Thus, to Ensign T’Suran and Lieutenant JG Sirin, I hereby award the Silver Lifesaving ribbons for conspicuous actions that saved the life of a member of Starfleet. T’Suran: response Sirin: Thank you. I am honored to have aided in some small way in your recovery. Nicholotti: And to Lieutenant Commander Adea, I hereby award the Gold Lifesaving Ribbon, for putting your life at risk in order to save another. Sherlock: Congratulations, Doctor! ::clapping her hands:: Yogan joined in the applause for the doctors and counselor. They had all acted in an exemplary fashion. He thought about Ensign Treetus, who had participated in his shuttle training with all the chip and cheer of a first-year Academy cadet. Unfortunately, his injuries must have been more serious than they first appeared, because the ensign had departed Resolution at Vulcan, and it was uncertain when, or if, he might return. Despite that sad news, Yogan was certain that without Doctors T’Suran and Adea and Counselor Sirin, Treetus’ very survival would have been cast in a shadow of doubt. And that was doubly true for the two-hundred-or-so people they had rescued from the Sau. Adea / Any: response Nicholotti: And finally, I will ask that Ensign Sherlock join me here for a moment. Ensign, though you have not served long, you have shown yourself to be a veritable force of nature. It will be officers like you who lead Starfleet into the future. For your actions and dedication that you’ve continued to show again and again, I hereby promote you to the rank of Lieutenant JG, with all rights and privileges therein. Sherlock: Thank you, Captain. As I said on my first day on your ship, I will serve you and the ship to the best of my abilities. ::slight nod:: Yalu: Congratulations, Lieutenant. Welcome to the club! Yogan was delighted that Aine Sherlock was given a well-deserved promotion. In her first mission, she’d proven herself to be a security officer of the highest calibre. Her dedication to the away mission had been integral to its success, and indeed their very survival. As the rest of the group congratulated her, Yogan noticed the nonverbal courting between the newly promoted Lieutenant and Commander Ilsam, and wondered what orders Starfleet would have for Resolution next. Their stay on Vulcan had been brief, but jam-packed with activity and opportunities to get to know each other better. If the next mission was even a fraction as stressful as the last, Yogan wondered whether the handful of newly formed relationships could hold up under the strain. Any: response Tag / TBC Lieutenant JG Yogan Yalu Helm Officer USS Resolution NCC-78145 Justin D238804DS0

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Spider Barclay, Spider Barclay, does whatever a Spider Barclay can!

Yesterday when we went to the store and I was just running in I asked the wife if she wanted me to grab some "marsh mallows." Got a weird look and a, "Why are you saying it that way?"

I have been thinking about @Genkos Adea and @Rune Jolara's recent JP, this little scene in particular, for days now and want to share with everyone: Genkos’ brows rose; a mention of his home planet would always bring confusing feelings to his brain. There was a warmth of fond memories, slightly tinged by the… machinations of his father. Adea: Oh, Betazed? Where abouts? Jolara: ::with a nod:: In Mestara, not far from the Janaran Falls which he absolutely loves. Genkos nodded enthusiastically, having spent the occasional childhood trip camping in the woods near to the falls. Adea: I know the falls well. Delightful spot, I have many lovely memories of the spot. Jolara: So you have been there? Adea: Many times, camping with my father. Not something I have done in my adult life. I have lost my… fondness for camping. Something to do with marshed mallow. The last time he had been camping had been on Trill, and his preeminent memory was of one crewman’s fondness for an unimpressive, elongated marshed mallow instrument. As fond of sugar as Genkos was, he’d not been particularly taken by the instrument. Rune’s head tilted slightly as she watched him. Jolara: I am not familiar with any kind of instruments called marshed mallow. It must be horrific if it has caused you to lose your fondness for camping.

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I'm putting Earth-Romulan War because, well, I love Romulans. But I would like to see more of the Hobus Supernova time.

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